time is money
because its current, see?
I would pay you or get payback
but i dont have time currently
i would settle my debts without dollars and cents
it makes no sense
that no one is with me right now

I might rail, might take the wrong road
might, fail, to hear the morse code
throw pennies on the tracks and hope to make a change
flip switches to trick attentions
i guess i may have another track intended
may be making people notice only things im okay with them not missin
maybe give them my name and not much else,
pass by and remember that train kids dont need much help
(they could always help themselves)

but lets get real

i could turn a dollar into more
change if a quarter was worth for names
asked from people,
stories, i could give them two
for each way
life has treated them like it's treated you
i could feed them once with no fast food
in sight, I, could
invest, gamble, roll the dice
and expect more than crap when i
first, not second, give them even a second of my life

disregard my self inflicted fun,
forget my little ticks and triggers, and tricks ive rendered,
signifigant
lay down my hands, they quiver, and sweat, im shivering,
im not serious enough to hold a gun to
my own head, not hungry enough to
make someone else eat lead

i could help find hope where its lost because the truth there is lacking
speak life in the streets where people are cracking
and stumbling home to slum thrones,
garbage cans the only thing theyve got to sit on,
to **** in,
their pillows only hard times and peoples harsh tones,
dreams gone, face down, can only see grime and cobblestones
shaped like the next **** day
and moving on
again,
less than a fox theyve got no hole,
but we all act like they just shoudlve known
better, than to set out on their own,
like we're less broken and more whole

we should speak hope,
but no.

it might rain, we might get soaked
undoubtedly there will be pain,
and there's never enough soap,when we
shake the hands of those hobos

we are tired of looking for something different with the same hints,
tired of looking for new colors with different hues
theyre still the same people, must be the same clues, ignore them,
theyre even all wearing ruined clothes,
they havent sobered up or dried out,
theyre worth about  as much dryer lint
you want to argue?
okay, no. ****.
thats what you meant.


when it comes to whats current, whats common
we say why not stay soaking wet
why not flow with the currents, and sink to the bottom,
well, as you wish,
forget change, we'll throw ours in fountains when we visit malls
i was there yesterday, it didnt cost me a thing.

we say
why not remember
that money more often than not brings rage and riches, rags on people til they need stitches
spikes need and hunger and breeds unscratched itches,
but it can pay for needles and
women lay on their back for a ruble,
a nickel, swallow the bitter truth just like...well... um
let's just say
not one of us cares about em

sadly i think it's us whove lost our scruples,
is that what theyre calling it nowadays?

why not scratch them anyway?
why not always wear the trends that fade?
become the thing that fades, to gray?
away...
why not say
okay?

its incredible how everyone views stars diffently
some who see the stars as the nightlights when the sun goes out
some who wish on the stars
some who dream about being that high like stars
some who hope to be stars someday
some who think they can count the stars
some who want to shut out the world and cry out against the stars
some who want to think that the stars are
pieces of heaven shinin' through in a world so cold and somber
those who know that theres more to our world past the stars
some who love to identify and track the stars
some who wish they can know where the stars came from to give praise to such wonderful creation
some who know where the stars and everything under it came from
some who have to give up on everything in their lives and are forced
to wallow about in the streets and give the stars names
some who are too busy to think about stars
some whove never really looked up from whats in front of them
but me
ill love them because theyll always be there for me
unlike these human beings

Something has gone awry inside me
Like the taste of milk right before it goes off
Still works but not quite right and not for long
I dream of drinking till stupor
A blur
Of swaying rhythmically in a crowd- lost in a lonely wave of other lifeless souls
Pretending to be living life
Perhaps that is life
But all we seem to be doing is escaping
Because escaping is easy
What is hard is routine
Of roots
Of follow throughs
Not falling out
Of learning instead of leaning
Of moving forward
Moving on from those whove dragged us down
Even if down is where it's easy to hide
To complain
That life isn't right
When we are doing nothing to solve the wrong
What's wrong with wallowing in self pity?
It's no self disservice if sorrow is the end goal
But if you get to pick which way to point your pointless life
Why pair yourself with sadness when you can chose an other wife

had frozen.

feeling abaded.

troubles rumbled quacks under surface  Hidden.

And so peak inside, dreams set to the side. Met you in a strange time and then things began to collide.

feeling jaded.
and now my fingers are cold,
thoughts are broken in pieces,
i worked on a habit
while she worked on her talent.

voice mail is silent and messanges never returned soon became the monster whove hurt me in return

return favors im the wrong hands
everybodies blinded on the right side.

I want to write this letter to the being who finds my soul in the next dimension.
I want to ask you not to judge my whispy floating energy orb
Not to leave me at the cosmic stoop once you see my weakness untethered.

In the physical form, they dont tell you what youll carry. How the people who have held your hand and the ones whove smacked it away will change you.
You find most people in the middle of their own battles, and you sink into them if they allow it…
And they never tell you how this merge will change you.

Do you find this little soul so disgusting? Because Im starting to change my mind about it after all…see, these bodies are more than vessels. I want you to look carefully at the soul in front of you. Each mistake like a solar flare, erupting on the surface trying to escape. Each regret burning to get out.

My little soul cant wait to rid itself of all the things Ive known.  
But its funny, the hurt others can inflict on you makes you more...you

And your soul follows after its pain,

follows for something to let it know theres more than this

Do you see my little soul here?
Bright as any sun in the drifting wide sea.
Full as the vastness of us all.

My little soul may not be as hollow as my little heart. My body lies away and away and here is this soul,
This soul for you now that is full of more passion than the cosmos could take from it.
Erupt this soul, burst it in to the open and watch what wonders I know.
Dont take this little soul for what you see,
For inside there are mistakes fighting to get away, being burned into fuel by a soul who has taken so much and will take no more.

My little soul...this verse is for you.
Because for you the only thing now is eternity.
Until my eyes close and the dirt rains down, all i will have is my memories.
Bound by trusted hands, bloodied by lovers,
Touched by the unfeeling, felt by those who felt too much.  
You will not carry these burdens with you…

But neither will I. This verse is to remind you that I am only a person,
But inside me is burden, purposed with desire and coupled with passion.  

Dont judge my little soul for what it looks like. Because its nothing like me.

keyboards covering miles -
turbulent plights of backhanded fights, it isnt arguing if its explanation
i suppose for those whove known no difference in abrasive ways for twenty years of unchecked distance kissing specious missing patience, it is true or at the very least adjacent
drag the corpse if not complacent
heinous words are not creative
and lately all the heart i have has drained away to become tasteless